This is the first chapter of my new idea which may or may not interest you. I got the idea from a song by Creature Feature by the same name. I love action though so I just had to add that in. I have also thought up a One Shot for Christmas. Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed/favorite/followed Mz. Hyde. I appreciate it. So without further ado let's start. Enjoy!


A fight broke out at a well-known club in a small city in Ohio. A young man was violently thrown out of the club and into the dirty streets. He fell in a puddle, the men laughing at his misfortune before returning inside. He picked himself up, grumbling and wringing out his now dirty white button up. The man's name was Erwin Sikowitz. It was his fifth time trying to sneak into the club. He was only twenty. Needless to say, he was not allowed in. He shoved his hands in his pockets and decided to head back to his father's apartment. His mom had died not too long ago and judging by how hard his father took it, he would soon follow. Erwin had a job and was working hard to keep them up, which made them both miserable. There was never anything new or exciting and Erwin began to wonder if it would get any better. His life was about to change a week later on his twenty first birthday.

His father let him out with a tired smile, knowing he had no friends because his job didn't allow him the time. His father knew he tried to have fun in the past and didn't begrudge him the chance to finally go out for real. Erwin thanked his father for the small cake and new slacks, hugged him, and then grabbed his tattered coat on his way out the door. He knew exactly where to go. The club's lights beckoned him as he raced down the street. He was no farther than a block away when pitiful sobbing came to his ears. He skidded to a stop at an alley where a boy a few years younger than himself sat curled against a filthy dumpster. Erwin hesitated, looked toward the club, and then back to the boy. He had naturally tan skin, long dark hair, and a lean frame. He held his side as red poured between his fingers and pooled on the ground. Erwin was instantly alarmed. He raced down the alley and knelt next to the teen.

"I'll get you help," he reassured. The teen shook his head desperately and then looked up with scared brown eyes.

"No! I can't go to the hospital! That thing…it bit me! I tried to run. I just couldn't…" the boy began in a voice cracked and tripping over words in an attempt to convey what happened. Erwin removed the teen's hand, who clamped it back in place in panic.

"Let me see," he told the boy. With a sigh, he removed his hands and Erwin pushed up the soggy shirt to see a gruesome sight. It looked as though an animal sunk its teeth into his side. The blood wasn't flowing anymore and it was strangely clotting already.

"What did you say attacked you?" Erwin asked, letting the shirt drop. The teen looked at him uncertainly, Erwin offering a smile to get him to talk.

"A wolf. A giant wolf," the teen stated seriously with a touch of fright.

"Don't you mean a stray dog?" Erwin questioned, thinking that the boy over exaggerated because of fear. The teen shook his head.

"No, I mean a wolf. It was huge, and it could stand. It was covered in black fur. I tried to run but…" he tried to say but his words were lost.

"Come on. We'll get you patched up and then you can rest at my place. Do you have somewhere to go?" Erwin asked. He hesitated before shaking his head. Erwin watched him sadly and then pulled him to his feet. He let the teen drape an arm over his shoulder for balance and then he lead him back home. When they finally arrived, Erwin burst in the door of his apartment to a horror he never imagined. His father lied sprawled across the floor, his neck torn out, and a hulking shadow stood hunched over him. Yellow eyes glinted in the dark and a growl slid from the jaws drenched in blood. Beck cried out in what Erwin thought was panic. The teen roughly pulled away and fell to his knees on the floor. Erwin rushed for his father's revolver in the drawer under the small TV but the beast darted forward and swung, barely missing Erwin and sending the TV flying into the wall.

He backed away, knowing it was the end. He closed his eyes but a yelp of pain made them fly back open. A steel gray wolf with streaks of black down the back and a snowy white underbelly was latched on the giant black wolf. The beast roared and threw the much smaller wolf off. It landed with a yelp and a whine before getting back up and snapping at the black wolf again. It landed a few bites before being swept off its feet again, falling to the floor on its side. The black wolf howled and then crashed through the window. It was gone. Erwin looked over at the gray wolf trying to get up. Little whines slipped out of its muzzle. The deep brown eyes locked with his and he knew. The gray wolf was the boy he just saved. The black wolf had to be the one who bit him. Erwin carefully moved forward crouched down by the wolf.

"Thank you," he said simply but full of gratitude. The wolf whined and then laid its head down. Erwin stood to grab some blankets. He draped one over his father's body, tears in his eyes and a goodbye on his lips. The next blanket he draped over the wolf. The ears perked at his gesture and the head rose to look at him. He nodded and then walked into his room to fall on his bed. A few minutes later, the wolf trotted in, its big frame almost not fitting through the door. It stood to look at him and then moved to curl up on the floor at the end of the bed. He sighed, at least hopeful that the wolf seemed to be doing better. He forced his body to relax and then he was asleep. He woke to a scream of pain a few hours later. The wolf was no longer a wolf. He sat up just in time to see it twist in on itself and transform into the teen he had tried to help. He sat on his hands and knees, panting and sweating but doing fine. Erwin pulled off his blanket and walked over to his drawers to find him some clothes. He passed them to him and then dug around for the money he was saving hidden at the bottom of the drawer.

"My name is Beck," the teen said out of nowhere. Erwin turned to look at the now dressed boy.

"The name's Erwin," he replied, holding out a hand. Beck shook it and then looked around like he had just realized where they were.

"Do you remember what happened?" Erwin asked, pocketing the money he finally found.

"Yeah, I fought that thing. I was…" he let his sentence trail off, obvious discomfort in his tone. Erwin nodded with a heavy sigh.

"Take a shower, do what you need to, and then be ready to go. I can't be here anymore. Seeing as you have nowhere else to go I see no problem with you coming with me. I mean, I might need a werewolf bodyguard if I happen to be attacked again," he joked with a smile. Beck shrugged, an easy, small smile sliding into place. He left the room and Erwin busied himself with getting packed. Once he was done, he went to find Beck. He found him by the busted window, his nostrils flaring like he was smelling something. Beck jumped when he realized Erwin was there.

"What are you doing?" he asked the tanned teen. Beck looked uncomfortable but answered anyway.

"I uh, could smell it. I was trying to keep it in my memory should it come back," he replied with a shrug. Erwin tilted his head curiously.

"How old are you?" he asked. Beck ran a hand through his long recently cleaned black hair and answered.

"Fifteen," he replied. Erwin's eyebrows rose. The boy had a face that looked so mature he could have sworn he was at least two years older than the age he had said.

"Well Beck, mind accompanying me on a trip?" he proposed.

"Are we going to find that beast?" Beck questioned, his tone suddenly dipping into something like a growl. Erwin saw his eyes flash dangerously. He swallowed before answering.

"That wasn't what I had in mind, but if we do come across it, I'll help you. You weren't the only one wronged here," he replied. Beck glanced at the body under the sheet and then nodded. Erwin took what he hoped wasn't his last shower in a long time, got into new clothes, and then headed out with Beck. They had a long way to go if they were going to make it to New York. Erwin had a few cousins out there he hoped he could get in contact with. The taxi to the airport was spent in silence. When they arrived, they paid the cabbie, got out, and entered the airport.

After waiting for what seemed like hours through the process of getting to the plane, Erwin tried to keep a close eye on Beck but he had disappeared. He only briefly looked for him before realizing that if the boy didn't want to stick around, he couldn't make him. He got back in line and was soon boarding the plane. The trip took forever but he finally arrived in New York. As Erwin got out, he strolled for the exit. He wondered why Beck decided to leave. He had just stepped outside when Beck himself showed up next to him again. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the werewolf suddenly tapped his shoulder with a smile.

"Great Ghandi, where the heck were you!" he practically shouted, garnering a few stares. Beck held a finger to his lips, grabbed Erwin's arm, and steered him to a taxi pick-up area.

"I don't have papers or a passport let alone an ID so I snuck on with the luggage," he whispered as Erwin went ahead and signaled a taxi.

"Isn't that dangerous for various reasons?" he asked him. Beck's smile only seemed to widen.

"Werewolf, remember? I don't think anything bothered me in there. The bumps didn't hurt and it wasn't cold at all. I think I run at a higher temperature now," he explained. A taxi pulled up and they got in. Erwin eyed the sneaky teen and shook his head.

"Maybe I'll have more trouble with you than I thought," he muttered. Beck laughed a hearty laugh Erwin had yet to hear from him. Upon arriving at their destination, Erwin warned Beck to act like a close friend that he knew for some time now even if it had been only hours before. They didn't have to worry as much as they did. Erwin's cousins were an open and caring bunch. They welcomed the two young men into the house without complaint. They had more than enough room. Once everything was settled, Erwin got to work making a new life for him and Beck. It took a year to get papers for Beck. Another two years passed trying to get a job and then build money to do what they both wanted to do; train in any way they could to prepare for the day they would find Beck's attacker.

It was hard work that Erwin was adamant stay only between them. Sometimes they struck out on their own together, looking for weapons they could use besides Erwin's pistol which he hid meticulously. They both had to admit, they felt like criminals learning what they knew so fast but it was all for a cause. On an outing to search for somewhere to eat, Erwin felt it was time to know the real Beck. He pushed his hand in his pockets and cleared his throat. The werewolf glanced at his friend and guardian with an easy smile. Erwin never saw such a laid back person in his life. Even when Beck spent months trying to control his random transformations, he still kept trying and acted as if nothing was different; like he was a normal person. Erwin was sure the teen had become adept at hiding his emotional scars as well as the ones marring his body.

"Beck, where is your family?" he asked slowly. Beck's gaze faltered only slightly before the smile came back, if a little forced.

"We lived in Canada before we moved. I didn't know why we moved, only that it was important that we did. My parents were killed by a man I didn't know, but I'm sure they knew him. He was tall, wore an ink black suit and a red tie. He had a fedora that cast shadows over his face. I never really saw who he was. He shot them down in cold blood and then came for me. I ran and lived out on the streets for a while until that werewolf found me. I guess you know from there," he replied. Erwin's face twisted with a heavy frown.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. Beck shook his head.

"I'm over it. I have a good friend who helped me through everything," he replied, nudging Erwin who smiled.

"Yes, I take full responsibility for that," he replied proudly, making a show of puffing out his chest and splaying his fingers over his chest valiantly. Beck laughed but nodded.

"I'm grateful for that," he said.

"I'm glad I found you when I did too. Can you imagine me fighting that beast without you?" Erwin asked teasingly.

"Nope, you would have run or gotten ripped to shreds," Beck replied. Erwin paled at the prospect but nodded grimly. They found the perfect place to stop for a bite and then returned home. They had a full day tomorrow, the week would be starting up again, and then the work would stack up. Before they knew it they had spent four more years, training in the basement they turned into a gym, getting their hands on weapons and stashing them away to practice with later, going out and practicing on the local criminals. They stayed clear on the nights Beck wanted to run free. Those nights, Erwin took him out to the docks where Beck killed his high energy level by swimming.

Wet dog never smelled good but it was better than Beck letting his energy get too high, and with it the instability. They had learned by now that when Beck was unstable, his normally calm personality bristled with rage and irritability. Erwin had almost been mauled on an occasion when he tried to stop the growing wolf from killing a rapist they had caught in the act. Before either of them knew it, Beck had the man by the neck and Erwin rushed to stop him. The man was knocked unconscious in the struggle and Beck, realizing his outburst, ran for the sea to let it all out. They had learned some key things about Beck's condition since then.

He healed fast, was stronger than an average person his age, had better senses, and aged a lot slower. Erwin swore he probably aged only one year for the seven that passed. Erwin returned to the present, the two of them sitting out on a dock. They kicked their legs back and forth, looking out at the water. The energy trapped in Beck buzzed under his skin. He stood, looking up at the moon eagerly. The reason he hadn't shifted yet was due to his training. He wanted to see if he could suppress it and unleash it at will regardless of the moon or not. He had made progress so far.

"You ready?" Erwin asked him. He nodded, eyes still trained on the bright orb in the sky. Beck yanked off his shirt and tugged at his pants but a sound caught his attention. He looked around, alert. Erwin took note of his behavior and looked around curiously.

"What did you catch?" he asked the werewolf.

"Trouble," was Beck's simple reply. Erwin stood and followed the tanned teen back across the docks and a little ways into the city.